Bella brought this boy home: tall, dark, and mm…okay, handsome.

He crept into my daughter’s heart and burrowed there for three years. Proposed marriage then scurried away leaving a scar in his wake.

I suggest what your thinking–poor man–must be difficult for him: my daughter being an alcoholic. She wasn’t–yet.

He was a drip of a lad who should have married his mother, saved us all time, and saved the expense.

Bella was suffering tonsillitis again, like a bad boyfriend, the tonsils needed whipping out.

I’ll tell you this about my daughter she is brave. Not a problem for her to have an operation, and she feels little pain. Is this typical of alcoholics?

The boyfriend didn’t visit her in hospital. Said he might faint, he sent flowers instead.

Bella’s job at the dental practice, only paid two weeks sick leave it was time to encourage her to move on.

Husband and I put forward three years support to qualify as a nurse–an RGN. Bella embraced the offer.

Interviewed: accepted on the course.

Back on the train to the city, back to a university hospital.

Said she knew that train journey like the back of her head!

All is well – for a while.

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I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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